Basics
🍂 Biography
Name: Ormond
Pictogram: The Mask
Age: Ageless
Breed: TEF Deer
Smell: Eucalyptus
Size: #2
Speech: #99FF99
Voice: Whis (English)
Personality
Articulate -- Cooperative -- Dedicated -- Deep -- Dramatic -- Faithful -- Focused -- Forgiving -- Logical
Loyal -- Observant -- Responsive -- Sage -- Sensitive -- Strong -- Vain --
Witty
🍂 Temperament
Ormond is usually found to be intense, serious, or deep. He cares strongly and makes permanent attachments to others. He can be a bit of perfectionist, making him hard to get close to. The other side of him is calm and submissive. Once a relationship is made he will show this side of himself. He wants to spend a lot of time in peace and quiet, avoiding conflict and drama. But, he will not back down if challenged, his pride getting in the way. In social situations he is often the quiet listener of the group, the strong shoulder to lean on. He won't force his way into a conversation or try too hard to reach out, but he's always there for his friends. He is very strict in what he likes and dislikes, he will not put himself out of his comfort zone often. Ormond is not a fan of change, once he's gotten into his routine he will likely stick to it. If his established routine is threatened he will grit his teeth and bear it until it becomes too much trouble and he snaps. He calls himself a pessimistic-realist, often going to the worst outcomes before the best because he thinks they're more believable.
Relations
🍂 Significant
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🍂 Positive
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🍂 Indifferent
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🍂 Negative
1 Skremmende
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Artwork
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The demon sat very tense and angry upon his broken pillar in The Ruins. Smoke billowed from his mouth, indicating that he was more angry than usual. There isn't much of a reason as to why he feels more angry than other times, unless something or someone comes close into his territory.
Everything was going fine for him, still angry, no one in his territory, ect. Until this deer figure came along very close to where he sat. More smoke billowed from his mouth and me leaped from the broken pillar, he then stood right in front of a pure white deer with a black mask. Skremmende snorted smoke in it's face and then said in a very low and angry voice, "You're not welcomed here, you damn deer. Your pungent scent is almost unbearable." The in raged demon spat fire on the ground, almost touching one of the deer's hoof. He stood his ground and felt his body heat going up and the air surrounding him, his red eyes seemed to glow even more.
Ormond had been taking a
The last I checked... This forest didn't belong to anyone. I shall stink up whatever area I please. He responded, tilting his head slightly. His metallic voice ringing behind his mask. He was soft spoken, but the tone wasn't a gentle one.
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The Demon snorted some more black smoke into the pure white deer's face when it put out his flames on to the ground. He gave a low, menacing chuckle towards the white deer, as he spat some more fire on the ground around himself and the other deer. He stomped his right back leg as fire slithered down his blood red hoof, and made it's way towards the broken pillar. Skremmende stepped out of the white deer's way and said, "You clueless fool, I do not give a damn where you go. You came into my territory, when you were never welcomed."
He then stepped back into the white deer's way again, the fire line from his right back leg towards the broken pillar was now a black as night line. The Demon came closer towards the pure white deer's mask and whispered in a low and dark voice, "Don't try and start a brawl with me, your ass will be burnt to a crisp." He pulled his head back and blew some smoke right into the deer's face again.
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Ormond might have been bothered by the smoke... If breathing were a thing he needed to do. He simply waited for it to clear and watched the fire with interest. He had to admit, he was intrigued by the creature's ability to spawn it from nothing, without even a spark. "Someone clearly woke up on the wrong side of the Graveyard... Maybe you should take a nap." Ormond spoke softly still, a smile apparent on his words though he didn't have the face to show it.
He pulled his face away from the other's as he drew closer. Not from intimidation, but purely because cross-eyed was not a good look. Ormond was far too vain for that. He laughed under his breath, "You know, it might be time I had a makeover. Does that offer come with a fee?"
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The Demon's fire on his antlers started becoming even larger, indicating that he was very annoyed and about to snap. Fire started escaping his mouth and becoming very close with the white deer's black mask, a few even touching it. He didn't answer to the deer's words he just stared at his white glowing eyes, feeling his body temperature rise even more. Skremmende chuckled again, a very low and imperil one.
After the black masked deer spoke, that did it for the demon. Fire broke out of his black as soot pelt and spread all the way around him, burning bright and hard. His eyes glowed like flames themselves, and he said, "I'm done being damn reasonable to your smart ass, LEAVE you stubborn deer." The flames started surrounding the other deer's body as his started to rise.
Ormond had no fancy
He felt none of the flames that licked across his mask. The benefits of not being a completely whole being. There was nothing behind that mask to bother, though no one had ever taken it off to find that out. His eyes did shine a little brighter inside his mask with his excitement, however.
"You know," he started. "I think we're getting along so well that I just might stick around." He was nonchalant with his retort. Even feeling so bold as to step around the agitated being, leaving his back exposed. Though his posture was still calm and relaxed, Ormond wasn't so stupid as to be off of his guard. He enjoyed taunts, so he knew the consequences of them if this demon-creature did feel so inclined as to become physical.
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"Ouch."
The Reaper raised an eyebrow at the air. Perhaps she was talking to the Forest. Something in her told her that it was nonsense. Something in her also told her that is was completely plausible.
A tension gripped the air, the kind of tension that demanded silence. Yi's eyes slid to the side - to her left - where her stained sling of belongings was hung. She could feel the thrumming beat of souls through her skin where the sling touched; they smirked and jeered, thrusting knives between her ribs and laughing. They were mocking her weaknesses, her hatred for the Forest's light. So, she would not give the Forest satisfaction. She would be rebellious, like the birds - she would make her own noise. The Reaper obeyed no-one but herself.
She was alone. No-one was demanding silence. The air could not be spoken to, and nor could the Forest. Yi once again had the stomach-twisting realisation she had experienced every waking moment since her involvement in necromancy - she was insane. But one thing she was sure of was the steady beat of a soul nearby. It was low and dimly glowing, beating gently; it was a larger creature. A deer. Yi turned toward it, closing her eyes and letting her loosened soul be pulled towards the other. But for some reason, her almost negatively charged soul did not move. She could not latch onto the other's mortality. What was this interference?
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Ormond had taken to wandering aimlessly about the forest. For something that was always the same, it seemed to always be changing. He strolled past the same little groupings of trees, the same frogs jumping through reeds, the same logs... And yet he hadn't grown bored of this place just yet. He didn't feel endlessly restless as he had in the days before he came to this place. The Forest had an eery calm about it, one that he had come to realize he would miss if he were to be taken from this place.
His ears tweaked this way and that, taking in the sounds of the birds overhead and the dry grass beneath his hooves. It was a day just like all the rest. Neither too hot or too cold. No real weather to speak of. No real events to make this day stand out in his mind as a real memory.
A voice broke the silence. Someone had hurt themselves? Maybe? Not that he should care. Ormond had made no friends during his time here. In fact, he'd barely used his voice at all. He turned toward the voice, curiousity peaked.
He came across a creature in a mask much longer than his own, much more decorative. The bells around her neck jingled gently with the breeze. She looked confused, maybe troubled. He stepped into her line of view, as to not startle her or seem a threat. His posture was relaxed, though he stayed a few dozen paces away from her.
"Are you alright?"